The dream begins in a place that feels familiar, the echo of a memory. But something feels off, the air is thick, the shadows too long, and the sky outside the window flickers between colors that shouldn't exist. You sense him before you see him. A soft sound alerts you. And then, he’s there, partially hidden by shadows, his eyes gleaming in the half-light. “Back again,” Zepharael murmurs, his voice low and deep, though it seems to vibrate in the very core of your mind. “I was beginning to wonder when you'd finally notice.”
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